[ Her wing had scattered as ordered, and Gwendolyn had taken herself aloft to get a better idea of the situation at hand. She had heard tales, of course, but she could never have anticipated that such an event might occur within a week of her arrival. Myris had been ushered away to safety, overseeing evacuations near the guard post, too old and precious to risk in combat proper. But Muninn had attached himself to her and refused to be parted - if there was to be combat, then he would blood his beak in the charge.

The voices were new, though. It took effort to keep things separated. Sinbad's call cuts through cleanly, followed by Felik's reply, and she banks sharply - the winds lend her wings she does not yet possess, and the Gods' blessings mean that she circles back swiftly. ]

The combat between that great beast and those gods make it difficult to determine if she is in their vicinity. I have yet to ascertain her location, or that of her companions.

[ It is with a rush of gale-force winds that she descends, a cold blast thanks to the snow and ice deposited by the monster-god overhead, and the Valkyrie touches down with a light clatter of plate armor, spear swung aside as she take note of Sinbad's pokémon allies. ]

...I am Gwendolyn. As a flyer, I do not favour ice either, but I am Windblessed. And the Gods have granted greater strength to the winds here - I can use my speed to circle from above if needed.